I know for sure how to sleep in white
I've seen all of those needles beside
But I, I cannot at all complaint
'Cause I did never cross your pain
I may hobble
But I'm free
Through your bubble
I can't see
You smiled while they cut your hair
Meanwhile I said my life was unfair
Distance won't say you ain't my friend
You will be my brother till my end
I may hobble
But I have time
In your bubble
I'll make a rhyme
I hope I'll be the first to meet God
'Cause I refuse to see the dis-overload
I will scream my feelings so loud
And I hope you'll be part of the crowd
When I was about to fall apart
You came and divided red sea of my heart
I owe you more than I'll ever have
For sure I promise you'll soon laugh
Israel's Son
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